Western Kansas world., 1887-10-29

ceiling and wondering if he had for
gotten the miniature on the floor.
after going some distance" he con-
tinued, Eve entered neat, unpretend-
ing little street, in which it seems she
lived. / asked her il I might call.
After some hesitation she said yes. any
afternoon; she never received anv one
in the evening; and taking card from
her pocket she hastily wrote her name
and address on it, and handing it to me,
again thanking me for nv kindness and
-ahem bravery, and bade me good
night On the card was written,
"Aimee Lorette, Is Rue st. SEVERN.
With great deal of difficulty / man
aged to find my way home, arriving
rather late in the morning, as no doubt
you remember. I waited impatiently
two long days and then called. Aimee
received me very cordially Ill cosy
little sitting-room, and we had pleas
ant chat together. Her parents were
both dead, and she lived-would You
believe it?-entirely alone, with the
exception of faithful old Algerian, a
servant who had been long in the serv-
ice of her family. After my first call
L went to see Aimee very frequently,
nearly every afternoon; we became
first rate friends ends, and: .t,1p t, be ca. candid.
Yesterday I asked her to become my
wife and go to Ireland with me, any
where to the four corners of the globe,
for that matter She fatty refused me,
saying she liked me as friend, but
had never yet seen a man she could
love, and never expected to; and
further forbade me to ever mention
the subject again; and left in a huff.
"That is quite 9 romance, Pat"
laughinglv exclaimed.
"But what, under heaven, am I to
do?"
"Forget all about her."
@But can't do that" he groaned.
simply smiled.
II you had ever been IN love, Bob,
you wouldn't sit there and grin"
"You are right, Pat; I have never
been in love, and never expect to be.
It is foolish scrape to get into, and if
you propose to fall in love with girls
of uncertain character, why
DuG L dU W8S dI I'LL OdU Ill D. udSu,
his eyes blazing with anger, his face
pale with passion.
"By the holy powers!" he said
hoarsely,
"Well, we'll! She may be countess
in disguise for aught I know" I said,
~but since she does not love
you, I cannot perceive that there ia any
thing to be DONE"
"But something must be done," per-
sisted Pat.
Pack up and leave Paris" I sug-
gested.
II can't leave Aimee" he groaned.
I pointed out to him the absurdity of
forming such an attachment for girl
of whose character, family, and position
he knew absolutely nothing. I expos
tulated, pleaded, entreated, beseeched,
but words were useless.
Finally, we came to an agreement to
the effect that should go with him to
see Aimee, and when I had fully made |
her az Iuaintance, was to intercede for
him; should this fail he promised to
bear the disappointment with fortitude |
and leave Paris.
saw Aimee. Making some allow
ance for Pats e1uberant fancy, his
descri ption had been tolerably correct. |
Aimee Lorette was certainly an attract
i've looking girl, and there was some
thing in her dark brown, laughing eyes
that interested even so phlegmatic an
as myself. The fuency
with which she spoke English led me to
that her home had not always
been in la belle France; but said moth
ing.
In time, Aimee and I became quite
friends, though toward Pat,
ever since his declaration, she always
a little reserved. Ifound her
we'll educated, intelligent, and refined,
and above all, decidedly original.
Finally I interceded for Pat; but she
would not listen to me, and saw at
once that his case was hopeless.
Pat endeavored to bear his disap-
pointment like man, and shortly
afterwards receiving intelligence of the
serious illness of his only sister, he left
for Dublin.
With hearty grasp of the hand and
Goodbye, Heaven bless you, old. fell
low; do not forget the little girl of
the Rue St. SEVERN, he was gone.
Dear Pat! I can see him now, his
tall form bent over the window of the
train, looking as blue as though he
were going to his own funeral
After Pats departure I went to see
Aimee very frequently, for I missed his
society, and hers was quite acceptable.
I was convinced of the purity of her
character, and that she had one day
been in better circumstances But
very gradually she grew reserved and
shy, and concluding that she had tired
of my society I discontinued my visit,
and in the course of time LEFT Paris.
tt was evident that Pat. like myself.
was no letter writer. Nearly twelve
month elapsed before I heard from
him. He had quietly settled down,
my soul THE rascal was
married.
SLOW is Aimee?" he inquired in his
letter; and know he blushed when he
wrote that mama for fhero was a l,;o